#brennan sorrengail imagine

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Maybe brennan x witch reader that help eachother all the time but at some point she gets really hurt and brennan just goes ballistic trying to get to her on time and the fluff afterwards of him being a mother hen

Don’t die

When Brennan had first come to the Riorson house he never imagined that the first thing he would be greeted by would be a hurdle of females. All visibly drained. All way paler. The silver lining their eyes. That was the first of many times you had hissed at him. Back then he had misjudged the situation. His understanding of what was going on was murky. Brennan had little to no knowledge of what else was used to power the wards. Too many scrolls were in languages he couldn’t read.

That day he had simply attempted to pick up a little girl that had been crawling across the floor. Brennan had barely bent over when a sharp knife dug against his neck. “Move and I will cut you open”, that was when he first laid eyes on you. You were younger than him. At least that’s how it looked. But even if your hand wasn’t shaky Brennon saw the fear in your eyes. If not that then the scars all across your body did.

That was also the day when a new side of anger was born. They were using witches as power outlets. Dragging innocent children to the borders. But Brennan was going to change that.

“So what does this say?”, Brennan leaned over your shoulder, pointing at the paragraph he had been struggling to translate. You were in his room. The hour was edging towards the early morning but you both couldn’t seem to put the work aside. “I’m not one hundred percent sure”, you admitted, frowning softly. As yet another yawn threatened to slip past your lips. “But it looks like a sacrifice ritual”, you tapped your finger against the illustration above, “Basically the best way to use us as outlets”. Brennon shook his head, “Then we do everything against that and make sure that everyone is prepared to see signs of someone who might try to…”, “We could help”, you cut him off. For some months now that the revolution had kicked off in full swing the question of witchcraft had been raised in almost all meetings. For the most part, witches could uphold simple powers. But where they could shine if they gave away their powers to others.

“No, not like that”, Brennan protested as he stepped away from you. “This would give us the upper hand”, you pushed on further. He had never asked anything of your kind. But his protectiveness had harmed the progress of the revolution. “I will not allow that”, his sharp features deepened even more. The dimples on his cheeks wiped off with no trace. “But I am offering. A lot of us are”, you stated, turning to face him now. “Most riders don’t know how to safely use your power”, he pointed out in a huff. You knew that he understood what the offer implied. You knew the outcomes too. You crooked your head to the side watching the male in front of you.

“Don’t”, Brennan pleaded softly, his tired eyes meeting yours. “We will be fine”, you stepped closer to him, “I will be fine”. Your fingers softly brushed across his jaw. One that he flexed out of reflex before his lips softly touched your neck. You two hadn’t given time to discuss the situation brewing between you two. At first, it was a mutually needed distance. But now with you spending almost all nights in his bed and all the little touches. It had to be more. It felt like more. “I can’t…”, Brennon breathed out, his fingers digging into your hips just a thing stronger. “We already lost so much”, his desperate eyes met yours. But you didn’t let his fears reflect in your eyes, “You won’t lose me”, even if promises like that were so wrong to make in battles like that.

Brennon had triple-checked your daggers, flying leathers. Even the pins in your hair had been fidgeted with. You had caught his hand when he moved to recheck the straps of your other weapons, “I got it, Lieutenant Colonel”, you nudged his shoulder, hoping to suffocate his nerves for him. But he only frowned, “You never call me that, don’t call me that”, he grumbled, leaning his forehead against yours. “You are sleeping in my bed tonight”, he muttered after a couple of minutes of silence. “Is that a suggestion?”, you chuckled, letting your arms sneak across his waist. “No, an order and you know how much I love when you follow my orders”, he muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Kinky”, you muttered as you two watched the horizon, waiting for the signal you all dreaded most.

Through it all. All you could think of was Brennan. And rule number one was to not get distracted but you worried. Worried for all of them. The cadets that for the most part were stepping into their doom. You had just helped to carry the injured flyer to the healers when your eyes landed on Violet and the venin that now surrounded her. It took you a second to make up your mind as you darted through the field. Summoning illusions as you ran in hopes of winning more time for her.

“Use me and get to Tairn”, you ordered her, as you threw one of the daggers, her confused eyes watching you. “You shouldn’t be here”, she stared but you quickly cut her off, “You’ll be able to aim right”, you growled out as you watched another cloud of wyvern approaching. “Now, Violet”, you hissed out, right as her hand reached for you and you fully lowered your shields, allowing her to dip her mental shields into yours.

It all was going right as you hoped it was until you eyes caught a glimpse of venin. “Traitor”, it hissed, “trading our secrets and for what?”. You turned, throwing another dagger before launching yourself off the closet building as you ran in hopes of reaching a dragon that you could use as leverage. You needed to get off the ground. See it all from the air. But your jumps had gotten sloppier, and with your powers running through Violet too, you knew your time was running out quickly.

You leaped off yet another rooftop. Eyes falling on orange scales. Marbh. It had to be him. Meaning that Brennan was here you only needed to get his attention but you needed to get rid of the venin that was chasing you first. “Pathetic little witch”, the venin snickered as you dodged another blow. You only had one dagger left. If you threw it you would be left defenseless. You looked back up, whistling in the tune you and Brennan used to identify each other with while raiding. But it was Marbh’s eyes you met first. And his claw was close enough so if you just jumped now. You leaped. A pained roar sliced the chaos as Marbh quickly changed his position but you saw something in the dragon’s eyes. Something that meant…

And then you felt it, a sharp claw digging into your flesh. Wyvern. Sadistic laugh. And the claw that was meters away from crushing your body. You managed to twist yourself, plunging the last dagger that you had right at the center of the claw welcoming the felling off free fall. Until your eyes caught Brennon’s mortified ones. His lips were moving but you no longer could make out what he was saying.

It felt as if someone had ripped Brennon’s heart out of his chest as he watched your body fall. It’s like every part of him froze for a moment. And it’s Marbh who’s working on his own accord as he plunges reaching out his claw to catch your limp body. Everything else feels equally as if it’s not him. Not him getting off his dragon. Not him watching Marbh slowly letting your blood-covered body hit the grass.

“No”, and it’s share panic. Blinding panic. Not real. Brennan kept telling himself. If he blinked. If he could only make himself blink it would all go away. You would be here. His knees hit the ground as he reached for you. Pulling your body to the side so he could examine the cut. “Yn”, he calls out, eyes scanning your face. “Come on, love, open your eyes for me”, slowly he mends the fresh cut, watching the flesh come together but your limp form remained.

“Come on”, he pulled you closer to him. Not safe, Marbh growled assessing the surroundings, flashing his teeth at anyone who got too close. “Please”, Brennan brushed some of the hair away from your forehead, “You can’t die. Don’t die”. His eyes were burning with tears he refused to weep just yet. He couldn’t. Never in his life had he had anyone he loved so much. You had become part of him. Letting go wasn’t an option. Marbh let out a pained roar too no doubt feeling the same emotion his ridder was feeling. Brennan felt his mending powers flailing. He was exhausted himself and with him not knowing what exactly he was healing and what other damage had been done most of it was wasted.

He didn’t care that he was covered in blood and grime as he pressed you closer to his chest. Swaying from side to side. Trying to suppress his sobs. And then he felt a light twitch. The feeling of fingers brushing against his side. Brennan pulled back, wide eyes looking down at you. Your own eyes were barely open but he could see the slight rise and fall of your chest. “Oh, thank you, thank you”, his eyes darted up to the sky before his attention was fully back on you. “Brenn…”, you muttered, bloody lips cracking as you spoke. “I’ve got you, you will be okay”, he reassured you, “I will never let anything happen to you, darling”.

#brennan sorrengail #brennan sorrengail x reader #brennan sorrengail x oc #brennan sorrengail imagine #brennan sorrengail x you #brennan sorrengail fourth wing #brennan fourth wing #brennan sorrengail iron flame #iron flame x reader #fourth wing x reader

[angstywaifu]

Brennan Sorrengail Cuddle Head Canons

Prompt: Cuddle Head Canons requested by Anonymous

A/N: I have to admit. Since writing my first Brennan fic, he has grown on me. So thank you to whoever requested this. I hope you like it. Requests Open as always :)

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Brennan is big on cuddles. It’s the one time he gets you to himself and away from prying eyes. It’s his favourite part of the day.

You can always tell when he’s desperate for them. Brennan usually doesn’t show any affection towards you out in public. But when he does, you know he’s craving that time behind closed doors. Desperately wanting to hold you against him.

As soon as you two walk through the bedroom door, he’s locking it and wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to the bed.

He loves the feeling of you curled up against him, your head resting on his shoulder or chest. He could lie like that for hours and never get sick of it.

Brennan always buries his nose in your hair, you scent always calming him after a stressful day of dealing with the joys of leadership and now teaching Battle Brief.

His hands always find a way under your shirt, fingers tracing lightly up and down your back. Sometimes he will just rest his hands on your back, enjoying the feeling of the contact.

There is no getting away from this man and his cuddles. You try to move away cause he’s too warm or want some space? His arms are dragging you right back to where you belong, even if he’s fallen asleep. Better hope you don’t need a drink or the bathroom when you’re cuddling

As much as this man loves being the big spoon, he LOVES being the little spoon. But he won’t dare admit he prefers it over being the big spoon.

But you secretly know he prefers it. Brennan falls asleep almost instantly when he’s little spoon. Especially when you give him back rubs, the stress of the rebellion falling away at your touch.

You best believe if you’ve rolled out of his arms during the night, and he wakes up in the morning to you not in his arms. That man is pulling you into his arms instantly. Not even phased if he wakes you up while doing it. He honestly loves the annoyed half asleep glares you give him when he does it. And he knows you love being pulled into his arms as you snuggle into the embrace, Brennan placing a kiss on your head once you’ve settled

#fourth wing fanfic #fourth wing imagine #fourth wing x reader #brennan sorrengail x reader #brennan sorrengail #fourth wing #the empyrean #the fourth wing #brennan sorrengail imagine

[marvelsmylife]

I’m in a little writing slump and need inspo.

Please send in tooth rotting fluffy request please (and smut if you guys wish). You can choose from the characters I have on my list here

#acotar imagine #acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #azriel x you #rhysand imagine #rhysand x reader #cassian x you #cassian x reader #lucien vanserra x reader #feyre archeron x reader #feyre x reader #nesta x reader #elain archeron imagine #elain archeron x reader #mor x reader #eris vanserra imagine #eris vanserra x reader #xaden riorson imagine #xaden riorson x reader #garrick tavis x reader #liam mairi imagine #liam mairi x reader #bodhi durran x reader #brennan sorrengail imagines #brennan sorrengail imagine

[feelingtheaster99]

I just finished Fourth Wing and I realized that the reason that Xaden never really hated Violet is because he knew about her from her brother and already knew she was a good person and I want to CRY

#is it November yet #the fourth wing #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #violet and xaden #brennan sorrengail #violet x xaden #like he heard about her from someone who loved her so deeply #gosh there was so much for Violet to process at the end there so quickly #I feel like I’m still processing it so I can’t even imagine how she must feel #to lose such a good friend who died defending your life but also after you just an arguement with #for your entire WORLD to tilt #as you realize your country that you put so much faith in has lied to you #and your love and your dragons were keeping it a secret for so long #and you almost die #and then you find out your brother is alive #and that must be so hard #because it was another painful secret #but also—he’s alive! #Jesus Christ that’s so much at once #fourth wing

[callsign-rogueone]

allies - b.s.

cadet!Brennan Sorrengail x cadet!reader (part of my Brennan and Duchess series!) ✉: Would you mind telling us how they got each others attention in Basgiath? What made them fall for each other in the first place? words: 801 🏷: no book spoilers and no triggers! just bb bren and duchess meeting in year one at gauntlet training + a little happy moment from threshing day (and some info that will be relevant later in their story hehe). italics are spoken in Tyrrish!

Your foot slips out from underneath you, and there’s no recovering from it -- you’re falling. You manage to grab onto the nearest rope, the rough fibers burning your skin as they slide through your hands. Your descent slows, but you still hit the ground hard enough to wind you. You lie flat on your back for a moment as you attempt to catch your breath, just grateful to be alive.

A familiar face enters your vision; a boy in your wing whose name you can’t remember. He’s cute, his hair falling over his forehead in soft waves as he leans down, light brown eyes watching you with concern. “Are you okay?”

You blink at him, stunned at the sound of the words you’ve only ever heard from your parents. How hard had you hit your head? “You speak the old language.”

He nods in confirmation that you’re not losing your grip on reality. “My father taught me. The ancient languages are a passion of his.” His pronunciation could use some work, but he’s got the vocabulary down. 

He extends an ink-stained hand, and you take it, letting him pull you to your feet. 

“How did you know I was Tyrrish? That I spoke the language?”

He blushes, suddenly shy. “I saw you use it to write your notes for Battle Brief. And your hair. I’ve only seen braids like that on portraits of the old queens in history books. It’s beautiful.”

Your cheeks warm at the compliment -- Tyrrish doesn’t have the same parts of speech or grammatical structure as Navarrian, so his use of it, likely referring to your intricate hairstyle, could have very well been him calling you beautiful in your entirety.

“Thank you,…” you hesitate, trying to remember his name — he keeps to himself, and he’s never been a threat to you, so you had never learned it.

“Brennan,” he offers. A good name. Strong. 

You smile at him. “Nice to meet you, Brennan.”

The crisp accent you say his name in stirs something in his chest.

For a moment, everyone else ceases to exist. You’re the only people out here, the only two who can understand this conversation, who are aware of the magnetism between you.

You still can’t look away, both of you locked in place as you commit every detail of the other to memory; the small scar on his chin, the way his eyelashes move as he blinks at you, the light wash of freckles across his nose… the pattern of your braids, the impeccable neatness of the stitches holding your patches to your uniform, the soft curiosity in your eyes…

Something tells you to trust this boy with the soft voice who knows your language and recognized your traditions, who is looking at you like you'd hung the stars in the sky. 

“Allies?” you ask.

“Allies,” he agrees.

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You whistle across the flight field, and Brennan’s head snaps toward the sound, every muscle in his body relaxing as he spots you.

There’s a massive black dragon behind you, the largest of the group you’d seen at Presentation, the one that had taken interest in you from the start of the term. She stands with the same regal posture as you as she surveys her surroundings, appraising the rest of the freshly bonded cadets and their dragons.

You’re grinning from ear to ear, unable to contain your joy. You want nothing more than to run to Brennan and embrace him, but you keep your feet planted to the ground until you’re told to line up to have your names recorded by the scribe.

“Banriondorcha,” you state to the group of officers. A few pairs of eyebrows raise, including the General’s, but they quickly replace the concern on their faces with flat disinterest.

Professor Kaori is the first to speak, the only one who smiles at you. “I was wondering when she’d finally decide to bond. She has chosen well. I look forward to seeing your signet manifest, cadet. I have no doubt that it will be strong.”

“Thank you.”

Brennan had been ahead of you in the line; he’s already returned to his orange daggertail. They look right together, the afternoon sun bringing out the red in Brennan’s hair to compliment the dragon’s scales.

You stop ten yards away from them and lower your head in deference, not daring to speak to him directly, but it’s clear what you’re saying: you come in peace.

He steps back, allowing you to move toward Brennan.

You’re both freezing, having been wholly unprepared for the chill of the air at 3,000 feet above ground, but there’s warmth between you as you embrace, laughing in relief.

“We did it,” you breathe.

He leans down, resting his forehead against yours, a soft smile on his face. “We did.”

#Brennan and Duchess #brennan sorrengail #brennan sorrengail x reader #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing #reader insert #imagine #mine

[marshmellowrio]

Semblance of Control | Masterlist

A Fourth Wing fanfic.

A/N: Here's the aesthetic for my new fanfic on Fourth Wing along with a sneak peek preview of the dialogue. When I post a new chapter, you'll also be able to find them here. I'll also update my Masterlist to include both this story and Flight of the Night.

Disclaimer: I do not own these pictures, nor do I own Fourth Wing. Those rights go to Rebecca Yarros. However, the story of my character and how she is interwoven into the story is all mine.

"Are you insane?" My breath catches in my throat. I can almost hear the laughter in his voice as he responds, "Do you really want me to answer that, love?"

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I gasp at the quiet. The void. And drop to my knees, not caring Xaden is right beside me, trying to hold on to me.

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"Oh, so I'm second choice? All right, I see how it is." She winks and the two of them laugh.

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"If you want to fight me, just say so. You don't have to be mean about it."

Last update: Total chapters:

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Chapter 1 - in progress

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#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing imagine #xaden riorson #violet sorrengail #iron flame #bodhi durran #rhiannon matthias #dain aetos #semblance of control #fourth wing fic #sawyer fourth wing #garrick tavis #ridoc gamlyn #brennan sorrengail

[azrielsbabyg]

Hey, guys!! So just felt like saying that my requests are open, and I will be writing for the following characters:

I- ACOTAR

Rhysand

Azriel

Cassian

Lucien

Eris

II- THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Damon

Stefan

Klaus

Elijah

Tyler

Kai

Kol

III- TEEN WOLF

Scott

Stiles

Derek

Isaac

Jackson

Liam

Theo

IV- FOURTH WING-

Xaden Riorson

Garrick Tavis

Bodhi Durran

Ridoc Gamlyn

Brennan Sorrengail

#azriel x reader #acotar #acomaf #acofas #sjm #acowar #acosf #cassian #cassian x reader #damon salvatore #stefan salavatore x reader #damon salvatore x reader #lucien vanserra #eris x reader #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikealson imagine #tyler lockwood #kai parker #kol mikaelson #xaden riorson #garrick tavis #ridoc gamlyn #brennan sorrengail #bodhi durran

[intrestingstff]

I accept constructive criticism. Drawing after so long is hard. But i liked the books so much it made me want to draw again :>

#brennan sorrengail #the empyrean #fourth wing #iron flame spoilers #iron flame #I drew a brennan how i imagine him dont come for me if its not book accurate pls

[justallihere]

The way I was grinning ear to ear reading this chapter (EXCEPT FOR THE SOBBING PART HOW DARE YOU)

This chapter was very Violet (black cat gf) x Xaden(doberman bf) coded, sleepy cat gf being guarded by her scary dog boyfriend

X will shirk their duties for as long as he needs to, who cares if they have a country to run, his wife needs good food and sleep!!!!

 "Xaden loomed over her shoulder" I can tell I'm already going to love reading this bit OVER and OVER again

“You go or I go.”  “You fight dirty,” he murmured.  I already know this is going to be a repeat offense between V and X -- consequences of your actions indeed Xaden

Liam held her even tighter. “It’s my honor,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her hair. “To be your friend. To be your guard. To know you. I would do it all over again, Vi.” 

absolutely sobbed when Liam started to cry bc Vi was crying 😭 (be ready to hear from my therapist). In this house, men cry and its healthy!!!!

Platonic squad naps/cuddling 😭 😭 😭 someone give Ridoc and Rhi an award bc I love them so much (sawyer too but he was w/ jesnia sooo)

THE HUG!! THE HUG!!!! and Xaden's hand always going to her hair

I swear Alli, if Xaden gets tortured... idk what I'd do. I'd probably eat it up bc Violet would literally rip ppl in half to get to her husband

Xaden feels so much more open with his emotions (smiling and laughing 😭) around violet and im here for it

“It’s an unlocking rune I'm so glad he tells her these things instead of leaving her in the dark like in canon (looking at you RY)

The potential and TENSION between Felix and Devera 👀👀👀

questions:

Why hasn't Mira slept 😭 also when/will we see Mira vs Brennan?

OMG WAIT - if the trade deal is off with Navarre... does that mean they have to make a deal with Teacurus??? Or does Mama Sorrengail come in clutch

Xaden literally does not CARE. Violet needs a nap so Violet gets a nap. End of story.

Their height difference makes his looming so much funnier because I imagine she maybe reaches his shoulder so he doesn’t even have to try to move or do anything out of the ordinary to glare at people over the top of her head. And Violet will absolutely be using his overprotectiveness to her advantage. Xaden needs to do something but won’t? Oh well she’s queen, she can just go! (Or not.)

The platonic nap!! I’ve had that scene in my head for so long 😭

It took 200k words but they HUGGED. Everyone clap. Also yeah Xaden takes every excuse he can get to touch Violet’s hair and she will have to call him out on that eventually.

Idk I can’t remember if Felix and Devera even so much as looked at each other in canon but I don’t care there’s potential. They would be so badass together.

Mira’s stressed as fuck and having a lot of emotions about life so sleep is evading her. Mira/Brennan showdown hopefully next chapter?? I promise you she’s not calm, she is vibrating with rage but holding it in for Violet’s sake.

Re: trade deals will be answered soon!!!

#storm in the quiet

[hlizr50]

It's been a long time since I posted something here...

So how about a Fourth Wing oneshot????

**SPOILERS FOR FOURTH WING!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!**

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Violet Sorrengail.

But it couldn’t be.

She was supposed to be a scribe, safe and sweet and sequestered in the archives. A girl — young woman — like her would be broken by the Riders Quadrant. Hell, seeing how small she was, the Parapet alone could be lethal.

Did Brennan know?

Xaden looked the youngest Sorrengail over, appraising her from head to toe as he struggled to maintain that mask of calm. She was so petite. Thin. Her body was clearly lacking the years of training that the other cadet hopefuls had completed: even the slightest among them was lean with muscle. Violet Sorrengail’s body was that of a scribe, and the wing leader could only wonder what had changed.

Had she decided to honor her late brother’s memory?

Did she feel a pressure to follow in the footsteps of her sister of her mother?

Or did she just have a death wish?

Regardless, she was fucking exquisite. There was silver winding through the braided coronet that crowned her head, drained of color from the illness she’d suffered as a child. Xaden’s fingers twitched with the desire to feel the silver strands between them.

Fuck, life just got a lot more complicated.

“Sorrengail?” His voice rumbled with his best intimidating growl.

When she stepped forward her crown didn’t even reach his collarbone. She was tiny , but she still lifted her chin and fixed him with a stubborn glare.

Adorable.

Little Sorrengail nodded once, but didn’t speak. They were locked in a moment of grim recognition, and Xaden saw the hate that darkened her pretty hazel eyes. He could imagine why.

“You’re General Sorrengail’s youngest.” It was less a statement and more of an accusation. It would be expected that he would loathe any connection to the general with the same intensity that burned in Violet’s gaze. And though this was a massively unexpected circumstance, he had too many secrets that had to be kept.

“You’re Fen Riorson’s son.” The girl lifted her chin a little higher — a show of bravado, though she held her body so rigidly he thought she might snap in half.

What the fuck was she doing here?

Xaden took a deep breath. “Your mother captured my father and oversaw his execution.” And his mother’s. And the parents of all the other marked ones.

And it would have been all of the children, including himself, had he not thrown down his desperate deal. He would carry the marks of that burden until he took his dying breath, but it would be worth it to give them all a fighting chance.

“Your father killed my older brother.” Oh, if she only knew. “Seems like we’re even.”

“Hardly.”

Not even fucking close.

Xaden made a show of trailing his onyx eyes down her torso, judging her with a barely-contained sneer. But his scrutiny yielded some interesting results. A scaled leather corset hugged her ribs, highlighting the curve of her hips.

“Your sister is a rider. Guess that explains the leathers,” he quipped. 

“Guess so.” She stubbornly held his glare, so determined to stand up to him and establish her strength. The marked man couldn’t help but appreciate it. That hubris may well save her life in the quadrant. Or mark her doom.

The thought made his whole body go rigid as he clenched his fists.

“You all right?” A new voice drew his attention. It landed on a young woman with smooth, brown skin and rows of short braids atop her head. The newcomer looked between him and Violet, though her concern appeared focused on Sorrengail’s obvious discomfort.

“You’re friends?” He asked, hackles rising. Trust was dangerous in the Riders Quadrant, and Violet Sorrengail was out there making fucking friends.

“We met on the stairs.” The girl’s dark eyes hardened as she straightened and squared her shoulders.

Picking a side.

A few stone steps and they were ready to trade blows for each other. How cute.

Looking her over, as well, his gaze landed on her feet. Two mismatched boots. When his eyes slid over, he found Violet’s shoes in a similar state. One pair of boots was standard issue for riders — obviously from Mira Sorrengail. Xaden cocked a brow and looked back up at the tiny woman with the silver-streaked hair, lips twitching.

“Interesting.”

Taking obvious offense to his expression, Violet lifted her chin another inch. Any higher and she might dislocate something. “Are you going to kill me?”

What an odd question.

Rain roared in a deluge as their gazes clashed, speckled hazel and gold-flecked midnight. The water soaked her through almost instantly, leaving strands of chocolate and silver sticking to her brow in delicate curls as droplets fell from the tip of her pointed nose.

He wanted to catch them with the tip of his tongue.

A scream shattered the air, drawing the women’s focus to the parapet. From the corner of his vision he saw what had ripped horrified gasps from their lips: the blonde boy had fallen. Violet’s friend was yelling as her hands flew to her mouth, but Xaden’s attention was intent upon the flush of Sorrengail’s paling cheeks and the twist of those dainty fingers.

She was so lovely, even in that moment. The flecks of color shimmered in those wide eyes, her devastation only highlighting her beauty in the midst of hell. Someone so bright and clever and hopeful didn’t belong in the Riders Quadrant. It would destroy the light that warmed him, even then.

It was wrong. So incredibly wrong.

But Xaden channeled the wrongness into something he could use. He let it fan the flame of ire within him as Violet Sorrengail turned back to face him. All she would see would be a scowl, cold and calculated, with a glimmer of devious knowing.

“Why would I waste my energy killing you when the Parapet will do it for me?” He forced his lips to curl into a wicked, cruel smile. “Your turn.”

He could only pray to see her on the other side.

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“Riorson? What are you—“

“We have a big fucking problem.” Xaden shouldered past Brennan Sorrengail into the dim amber light of the tiny room. His quarters were small, even by the standards of Basgiath.

But what did a dead man need with a large bedroom?

“We must, if you’ve flown here mere hours after the crossing.” Brennan’s grin was mischievous as he made his way to his desk chair. The marked man paced the length of the floor, likely wearing a valley into the smooth stone.

The eldest Sorrengail was the opposite of Xaden Riorson in so many ways. Where Xaden was serious and intense, Brennan was carefree, always wearing an easy smirk that was reflected in the playful glint in his hazel eyes. Somehow, in spite of everything — his mother’s deception, his father’s death, the need to live in secrecy away from everything he’d ever known, including the two sisters he adored — the demons never seemed to creep into his gaze. Brennan was happy to be where he was: skilled in combat and poised to make a difference in the world.

But… this news might crush him.

Rubbing his hands over his eyes, he took a breath that burned his lungs with dread.

“Violet crossed the Parapet today.”

Xaden’s expression must have been grave, because Brennan’s face fell and his eyes widened.

“W-what?”

“I stood face-to-face with your sister before she stepped out onto the Parapet. She was wearing a rider’s leathers — I’m assuming from your other sister.” Xaden ran ringers through his tousled hair in the silence that swallowed the two young men. Everything felt tilted and wrong, as if the world was shifting beneath them and they had no power to stop it.

The oppressive quiet stretched between them for what felt like hours.

“It can’t be. That doesn’t make any sense.” And there it was, the darkness that Xaden rarely saw in his comrade. The shadows darkened his eyes as his brows furrowed, trying to understand. “She’s been studying to be a scribe since she was a child. She would never have dreamed of riding dragons. She’s not… built for that.”

“I know. I don’t understand it, either. Based on everything you’ve told me, there was no reason for her to be there,” Xaden answered, crossing his arms over his broad chest. His focus remained upon his friend, whose expression morphed from confusion to concern… to a cold fury the marked man had never seen on the handsome face.

“It has to be my mother’s doing. There’s no other explanation.” Brennan looked up at him, eyes glinting like shards of ice. “Violet is smarter than Mira and me put together. If she became a scribe, she would find out everything that our father suspected and then some.”

The implication was staggering. Infuriating. Xaden scratched at the stubble dotting his chin. “By forcing Violet into the Riders Quadrant, with almost zero preparation, she’s condemning her to almost certain death.” How could a mother do that to her child? How could anyone want to extinguish the fire of that clever, beautiful woman? It made his gut churn as his teeth clenched.

The next moment, Brennan was upon him, his hands gripping his shoulders like a vice. “Xaden,” he murmured, wide-eyed gaze wild with desperation. “You have to protect her, Xaden. Please. Promise me you’ll take care of her. Promise me she won’t die there.”

The crack in his friend’s voice might as well have broken him, as well. This was all so wrong. So terribly complicated. Of course, Xaden had been contemplating how to keep Violet safe the moment he met her at the Parapet. But how was he supposed to protect her if she hated him? If he was supposed to hate her? Nobody could know that he’d been enamored with her, simply from the stories her brother would weave about her.

Nobody could know that the real thing was even sweeter and brighter and more exquisite than he could have ever imagined.

“Promise me, Xaden. Promise me I’ll see my sister again.”

The marked man lifted his hands and placed them on Brennan’s shoulders, comforting him with his strong hold as he nodded once.

“I swear it, Brennan,” he rasped. “On my life.”

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Don’t die

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[angstywaifu]

Masterlist

A master list for all my writings. Mainly for Fourth Wing and our rebellion boys. But I am starting ACOTAR so maybe we will see the bat boys I've heard so much about. Please note that my posting will go between being consistent to sometimes here and there depending on work and life things. But I am trying to write a few parts ahead for The Lost Sister (current main series).

Please include as much detail as possible when sending in a request.

Requests are Open.

Prompts Who I write for: Fourth Wing/Iron Flame

Garrick Tavis (main comfort zone)

Bodhi Durran

Xaden Riorson

Liam Mairi

Dain Aetos

Brennan Sorrengail

ACOTAR

Azriel

Rhysand

Cassian

Crescent City

Ruhn Danaan

Hunt Athalar

Smut - 💕 Fluff - 🌸 Angst - 😡

Garrick Tavis:

The Lost Sister (ongoing series) 💕🌸😡

Garrick Tavis Head Cannons 🌸

Just One Date 🌸

Reunited 🌸

Goodbye 😡

Goodbye Part 2 (coming soon)

Means To And End - One Shot Garrick POV 😡

I Just Want To Talk To Them 😡

Happy Birthday 💕🌸

I just Want To Talk To Them Part 2 - The Reward 💕

Garrick Tavis Dad Head Cannons (coming soon)🌸

Garrick Tavis Pregnant Reader Head Cannons (coming soon)🌸

Bodhi Durran:

Love Letters 🌸

Options 🌸

Ridoc Gamlyn:

Matchmaker 🌸

Xaden Riorson:

I Think I Deserve a Kiss 🌸

All Alone 🌸

Not Meant To Care 😡

Liam Mairi

Surprise🌸

Eyes On Me 💕

Brennan Sorrengail

Can We Not 🌸

Cuddle Head Cannons 🌸

Dain Aetos

You Think I Wanted This

Ruhn Danaan

Shut Up. Make Me.

Shut Up. Make Me. Part 2 💕

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[wingedshadowfan]

uh, guys...

“Brennan would hate all of this.” I gesture to the crowd. “He was more about getting the work done than celebrating its completion.”

“I highly doubt you enjoy celebrating the anniversary of your brother’s death, either.” Liam holds himself with a dignity I could never imagine.

“Yeah, sounds like—” His words die, and I squeeze his arm tighter as I note the separating crowd before us.

lilith sorrengail appearing with king tauri and general melgren right then is too convenient of an interruption when you remember liam probably slipped up because he forgot he wasn't supposed to know brennan and agree

#fourth wing #rebecca yarros #the empyrean #booklover #fantasy #romance #iron flame #violet sorrengail #liam mairi #brennan sorrengail #lilith sorrengail #general melgren #king tauri

[marvelsmylife]

A sneak peek of my Brennan Sorrengail fic

A/n I don’t know when this is going to be out but hopefully soon.

You allowed yourself to enjoy the kiss you so desperately wanted growing up, until you came to your senses and pulled away. “Why did you do that?” You whispered.

“Do what?” Brennan asked in a confused tone, his eyes looked at you concerned.

You felt like you were going to throw up while you processed everything that happened within such a small timeframe, “Why did you kiss me? Why now?”

Brennan remained silent for several minutes while he thought of a response, “I don’t know. It just felt right.“

#brennan sorrengail x reader #Brennan Sorrengail imagines #Brennan Sorrengail imagine #fourth wing imagine #fourth wing x reader

[divinemare]

So Much Power

Fourth Wing

Brennan Sorrengail x Naolin

Summary: After watching the love of his life die right in front of him, Naolin lost it. Brennan was not breathing, not moving, he was dead, and that overwhelming power and grief drove Naolin to the edge, sacrificing his own life to save that omg the man he loved.

I dismounted Tairn with a lump on my throat that was choking me to the point of hysterical breathing.

This couldn’t be, this just���couldn’t be.

I stumbled, clenching my bleeding side with one hand, towards Brennan’s unmoving body and fell to my knees right beside him. Hoping that, maybe, he was not dead, just inconveniently unconscious, and that when I put my ear to his chest, I will hear the slow drum of his heart against his chest. But I didn’t, his heart did not drum, his chest did not fell up and down, he was just…still. So. Very. Still.

“I’m sorry, Naolin,” Tairn’s voice in my head only stabbed my already bleeding heart a hundred more times.

No. I just couldn’t take it, I just couldn’t…accept it. I had been nothing before him, and I would be nothing without him. There was nothing, absolutely nothing more than the wrenching pain tearing me apart from reality, I had even stop feeling the bleeding wound at my side. Nothing matter anymore, only that Brennan wasn’t here anymore.

I had so much power, so much of this wild power, and for what, watching the man I love die in front of me.

I should have believed him when he said everyone was lying to us. I should have believed him about Fen Riorson and the venin and the wyverns and all that fucking crap instead of…instead of pushing him away. Now it was too late…to late…

But it couldn’t be, I refused. I clenched his body as tight as my shaky hands would allow me and let the tears fall like rivers in my eyes.

“Open it, Tairn,” I growled in my head, even in my mind, my voice was shaky with sorrow and infinite anger.

Anger at myself, anger at death, anger at Basgiath and all their fucking lies.

“Boy, it’s too dangerous, I would not allow you to burn yourself.”

“And I would not allow him to die! I should’ve been here, I should’ve stoped this, now open it!”

“It will consume you!” He growled with anger.

Ever so the protective guardian, but I just couldn’t let any rational thought come up it my head, the grief, the pain, it was all clouding my mind like a sickness with no cure.

“Open it.”

There was moment of silence, a moment where all that could be heard where my shaky breaths and occasional sobs. I stared into Brennan’s face, his too pale, closed-eye face. His lips were already draining of color, and I couldn’t imagine a life without them on my own, on my skin, on my soul. The thought alone wrecked the most dark corners of my soul.

Then, a final sigh from the black dragon behind me, and I opened wide the door of the room in my mind, leaving one foot on the floor, and allowed all that powered light crash into me with a deadly force.

I screamed, then, pouring every ounce I could channel of the power Tairn was giving into Brennan’s chest. I could do this, I was fucking powerful, then we would walk away from this and bring all Basgiath to their fucking knees together for everything they had done. We would walk away from this together, I would have him in my arms again, breathing and kissing me and…

I screamed again, feeling my insides burn as if I was on fire, my bones crack and every inch in my body aching with impossible pain. But all of this, all of this pain, was nothing compared to the suffering I had felt when I saw him dead. So I kept going, kept pouring my power into him, my life into him, my love into him. I kept doing it until I felt I was being physically torn apart from the inside, did it until I heard Tairn’s cries in my mind, and did it until I heard no more, felt no more and saw no more.

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #fourth wing fic #brennan sorrengail #naolin #rebecca yarros #violet and xaden #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #ao3 fanfic

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taking requests for...

other characters from these universes can possibly be added too!

hearted (❤️) characters are my personal faves, and I have active plans to write about them. I currently have at least one fic published for checked (✅) characters, but will be posting more!

see my masterlist for fics I've already published, and some works I plan to publish in the near future.

Fourth Wing

Bodhi Durran Brennan Sorrengail (Aisereigh) ❤️ Dain Aetos Garrick Tavis ❤️✅ Liam Mairi ❤️ Mira Sorrengail Rhiannon Matthias Ridoc Gamlyn Sawyer Henrick Violet Sorrengail Xaden Riorson

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Azriel Shadowsinger ❤️ Eris Vanserra ❤️ Lucien Vanserra

Outer Range

Rhett Abbott ❤️✅

#brennan sorrengail #dain aetos #azriel shadowsinger #garrick tavis #liam mairi #eris vanserra #mira sorrengail #rhiannon matthias #ridoc gamlyn #sawyer henrick #fourth wing fanfic #acotar fanfic #bodhi durran #azriel spymaster #lucien vanserra #rhett abbott #imagine #x reader #reader insert